Obscure Clarity

I penetrated morning fog, and saw
a nexus clear as dream and sharp as steam –
distinctive link emerged from natural law,
delineating to and fro from seem.
I peered. I liked. I stepped from theme to scheme.
Behind was stale, beyond a beckoning
to patience, an elision of extreme:
a going-forth to future’s offering.


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